Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 292, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 April 1931 — Page 28

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BEGIN HIKE TODAY OYPSY McBRIDE. 19-yar-old New York typist, marries JIM WALLACE the day after she meets him at the home of net wealth; cousin. ANNE TROWBRIDGE Oypsv has been Jilted by ALAN CROSSY, lust returned from a year and a alf in Paris studying art. and Wallace s fiancee had broken their encasement to marry a wealthier man. Jim and Gypsy so to Forest City, where Jim has a thriving law practice. His relatives, particularly AUNT ELLEN, wht has kept house for him, are hostile to Ovpsv They snub her. Aunt Ellen moves to a cottage of her own. MARCIA LORINO. Jim s former fiancee. marries BROOK PHILLIES, millionaire’s son. Months pass and news comes that Brock Phillips has been killed In a fall from a horse. Marcia returns to Forest City. She consults Jim about her financial affairs and after tells him her marriage to Philips was a mistake. She declares she cares only for him. Jim tries to remain loyal to Gypsy, but sees Marcia frequently. Oypsy is aware of the situation and worries. Shs tries to talk to Jim. but can not. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOBY Chapter Thirty-six (Continued; “That's a.U f o rtoday," Miss Otis. If any one call ssay you don’t expect me back. Tell Mills I’ll turn that brief over to him in the morning In case he asks. Well—l’ll see you to morrow.” a a a HE swung on his hat and disappeared through the door. In ten minutes he was entering a fashionable downtown tea room, a place more frequented by women than by men. Across to the right at a small table he saw a familiar figure in blue. Jim made a line for this table. “Well,” he said, as he drew out a chair, ‘‘am I on time?” The girl smiled up at him from beneath the brim, of her blue hat. “Two minutes early,” she informed him. "I hope I didn’t interrupt any tremendously important workings of the law?” “Not likely.” Jim frowned slightly. “Listen, Marcia, do you think It was wise to come here?” The blue-gray eyes were innocent. "No,” she admitted, “but Aunt Ellen has the sewing circle at the house and I wanted to see you. I couldn’t come to your office. What else was there to do?” “Nothing, I suppose. Have you ordered?” “Yes. I had a sado while I was waiting. Won’t you have something?” Wallace shook his head. “I've got the car outside,” he said. “Let’s go somewhere.” Marcia agreed. They left together and the girl stepped into the green roadster and Jim took the wheel. The engine purred gently as the car pulled away from the curb. Fifteen minutes later the roadster was swinging into a country road. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN THE girl’s shoulder touched Jim’s. She was sitting low in the roadster, leaning back, chin raised to the wind. The faint odor of perfume reached his nostrils. He stole a glance at the pale, clear-cut profile. Marcia’s lips were like a gash of crimson. He just could see the gold of her hair beneath the hat brim. “Where are we going?” Marcia asked without glancing up. “Nowhere. Marcia, we can’t go on like this. You shouldn’t have telephoned me this afternoon and I ought not to have left the office. Don't you see it’s dangerous?” “Dangerous?” Perhaps Marcia Phillips was pleased with the word. She did not speak for several moments. Then she said. "All right. You’d better turn around and take me back.” Jim drove as though he had not heard. “It isn’t just today I’m talking about,’’ he said. "We’ve been seeing too much of each other. Marcia. You know Forest City as well as I do. “Someone will say something one of these days and then the whole town will start. You know what they’ll say. I’d be a fine" one to let you in for a lot of malicious gossip—” “Are you thinking of me, Jim?” “I’m thinking of all of us. You and Gypsy.” The name slipped from him unconsciously and he looked slightly embarrassed. “Oh, you know yourself It’s the right thing!” he wound up weakly. “It’s mostly because of—her, isn't it?” Marcia asked slowly. “Do you think she suspects anything?” “That's not the point, Marcia. It's the wrong look of the thing—where we’re drifting!” “But if she doesn’t know, she can't be hurt, can she?” Marcia persisted. “No one must be hurt!” he said firmly. “Why, this sort of thing can lead—anywhere. I see it in court every day. Tragedies. Mis-

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understandings. It’s playing with fire. We can't do it, Marcia.” The girl's face was averted. They had turned from the broad, state highway Into an unpaved crossroad. On either side stretched farm land with here and there a weatherbeaten house. The dwellers in those homes were not prosperous. Fences sagged drunkenly and chickens fled with shrill squawks at the approach of the roadster. Marcia looked at the surroundings with obvious distaste, “f suppose you’re right,” she said after a pause. “I’ll have to go away.” “But I don’t want you to do that. There’s no need for It!" The girl turned then 4nd looked at him. She smiled but there was infinite pathos behind that smile. “Oh, my dear!” she said. “It’s the only way. I’ll go away and you can forget me. That will be best.” “I’ll never forget you, Marcia. You know that.” a a a THEY rode in silence for several minutes. The frown remained between Jim Wallace’s eyes. Presently the girl said, “Well, it’s settled. I’m going. I don’t know where, but I’m going away. Do just this one thing for me, Jim! Let’s drive to the Ledges. “We’re nearly half way there, anyhow. I want this last afternoon together to be something to remember.” Wallace glanced at the sky. The sun had been hidden from view all afternoon. In the west the clouds were darkening. “Guess we can make it,” he said. "I don’t like the look of those clouds though.” 'The Ledges was the name given to an ancient landmark five miles west of Forest City. Jackson creek, winding Its circuitous pathway, struggled through a region of rolling hillsides where layers of sandstone projected, occasionally in great slabs. The sandstone never had been used commercially. In fall the brownish stone surface blended with the riotous scarlet and gold of sumach and oak leaves and underbrush of a dozen varieties. In spring the Ledges were visited every Sunday by scores of “hikers,” family picnic parties and young men and women carrying cameras ind forever taking snapshots. There was sentimental Interest attached to the Ledges, too. There was a flat rock high on the one hillside which rose taller than the others and overlooked an abrupt drop. You could faintly see the white tower of Forest City’s highest bailding from this height. On this rock could be traced numerous initials carved in pairs. Sometimes the letters were surrounded by. the crude autline of a heart. Here and there beside such an inscription as “Sally and Bob” or “Esther and John” there would be the day of the month and year. Neatly carved and framed in a square at the northeast corner of the rock were the letters “M. L.” and “J. W.” which Jim Had cut there on a high school picnic before he had had the courage to ask Marcia for a “date.’’ A private road led from the main highway across the field, the nearest approach to the Ledges. Jim swung the car into this lane, driving carefully. The road ended fifty yards from the hillside. “Want to get out?” he asked. Marcia nodded. They walked over to the edge of the bluff and surveyed the distance. Jackson creek at the base of the hill was a narrow, wavering stream. Beyond the countryside was a sweep of greens shading from dark to light. Occasionally the bright red or yellow of a barn or farm house stood out against this background. The neat fenced fields of corn seemed to make a pattern of great squares. Marcia sank to the rock. “Sit down, Jim,” she said. He dropped beside her, took out his cigaret case and offered it to the girl. She declined. Jim took a lighter from his pocket, applied the flame to his own cigaret and leaned back, smoking intently. a a a THE situation hardly was romantic. For an instant Marcia eyed the young man disapprovingly, then she said, drawing nearer: “Like old times, isn’t it? Do you remember the last time we were here?” Jim nodded. “Haven’t been here since.”

“You liked me then. You didn’t want to send me away.” “I don't want to send you away now. Stay here! There’s no reason for you to leave. If any one has to go I can be the one to do it ” Marcia’s fingers stole over his. “Please don't be cross. Jim.” she coaxed, "when I’m only trying to do what you want me to. I’ve tried so hard, dear! “I knew it was wrong to telephone this afternoon, but I hadn’t seen you for a whole week and the house was full of those women talking and sewing and making so much noise. I had to get away from it. “And I didn’t think there’d be any harm in seeing you for just a few minutes !” “But it’s just as I’ve told you,” Jim repeated. “We mustn’t go on with this sort of thing! No matter how harmless it seems, it’s wrong.” Marcia was quiet. Presently she raised eyes that were wistful, adoring. “Tell me,” —her voice was a whisper—“if it weren’t for hurting her—would you care the same way? would you, Jim?” Jim snuffed out his cigaret. He was not looking at the girl. “I’ll always be fond of you,” he told her. “I haven’t the right to be anything else.” “I’ll never forget that,” she told him solemnly. “It’s going to help a lot. “Suddenly she buried her head against his shoulder, her arms clung to him. “Oh, Jim,” the girl cried, “I love you, I love you so much!” a a a HIS arms were around her. Her warm nearness was a challenge. He held her closely. Then Marcia lifted her head and Jim’s lips crushed hers in a long kiss. They looked at each other, then Jim’s face was drained of color. “We’d better go back,” he said. He helped the girl to her feet and they started back toward the roadster. Several times Marcia glanced at him, puzzled. She could not read the expression on his face. When they were settled in the car she asked liinx cautiously, “Jim —are you sorry?” “I’m a fool!” he told her harshly. It was the only answer she received. All the way to the city he drove recklessly. It was fortunate there was little travel. The sun, hidden all day, suddenly emerged from the clouds and shone low in the west. It was nearly 6 when he let Marcia out at the cottage. “Good night,” she said, smiling and extending her hand. “Good night, Marcia.” It did not occur to Jim that though it had been a farewell drive not once had the words “good-by” been said. That evening he seemed to make an effort to be considerate of Gypsy. He praised the dinner and later suggested a trip down town to see the new Fairbanks picture. Gypsy was grateful. It had been a day in which things had gone wrong. St tt tt SHE was in the kitchen next morning when the telephone rang. Matilda was mixing pastry dough. “I’ll go.” Gypsy said and hurried into the hall. It was Jim. “That you, Gypsy?’ ’he asked. “Say, how would it be if I asked Harrison to come to dinner tomorrow evening? I’ve just found out he's leaving town next week for quite a long stay. (To Be Continued) STICKERS % ' Can you divide the above shape into four-parts, each of the sairte shape and 1 gize:> j; Answer for Yesterday i i i ' ii I*2 3 4 5'6 7 8 9 iO, • „ The matches can be stacked in five piles, so that matches. I, 3,5, 7 and 9 have a match placed upon them, and each match that, is moved is carried over two other matches, in this manner: 6t09;4t0 I;Bto3;2tos,and 10to7.

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When Esteban and Owaza failed to return as they had promised to Flora Hawkes’ camp, the members of that party at length concluded that the two had met with foul play. They decided to proceed toward their goal, the camp of the Arab ivory raiders. In place of the missing Owaza, Flora put in charge of the blacks a giant savage named Luxini. She could not have selected a worse villain. But he knew the country and all went well until the adventurers came within sight of the Arabs' tents and pitched their own on the desert's edge.

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